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<blockquote data-quote="nonamazing" data-source="post: 1945885" data-attributes="member: 12118">&quot;Whoa.&nbsp; Peace, Aenyeweddien.&quot;&nbsp; Laucian grins as he steps noiselessly from the underbrush.&nbsp; &quot;You can't kill all of your problems, especially not ones of this size.&quot;&nbsp; He shrugs.&nbsp; &quot;What if we do kill a few leaders?&nbsp; More are just going to boil right up.&nbsp; The Horde seethes with violence, brother--it's too great a fire to be fought only with more fire.&quot;Laucian casually settles, cross-legged, to the ground, cocking his head to one side, still smiling.&nbsp; &quot;Asking for help, though--that's an option.&nbsp; There's a lot of people, a lot of different races and nations, who stand to be impacted by the Horde.&nbsp; If we could just start getting people to work together...&quot;&nbsp; He speads his hands wide, as if indicating the spread of possibilities, then turns to smile warmly at M'lya.&quot;Beautiful music, as always, my honored sister.&nbsp; You lend an air of magnificence to our furtive proceedings.&quot;&nbsp; A sudden curious expression comes over his face.&nbsp; &quot;Tell me, M'lya, have you ever heard legends about just such a danger as we face now?&nbsp; What I mean to say is, among your vast store of tales, are there any which might give guidance to us now?&quot;&nbsp; Laucian speaks carefully, almost reverently to the bard, in stark contrast to his more casual, less respectful speech to the warrior.&quot;Oh, and is it true that the chaste and fair Valeriel will also be joining our conspiratorial band?&nbsp; Have either of you spoken with her?&nbsp; I must confess that it has been quite a long span of time since last I spoke with the noble one.&quot;&nbsp; Laucian has trouble deciding whether to smile or frown as he mentions Valeriel--it's clear that he has mixed feelings about her.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="nonamazing, post: 1945885, member: 12118"] "Whoa. Peace, Aenyeweddien." Laucian grins as he steps noiselessly from the underbrush. "You can't kill all of your problems, especially not ones of this size." He shrugs. "What if we do kill a few leaders? More are just going to boil right up. The Horde [I]seethes[/I] with violence, brother--it's too great a fire to be fought only with more fire." Laucian casually settles, cross-legged, to the ground, cocking his head to one side, still smiling. "Asking for help, though--that's an option. There's a lot of people, a lot of different races and nations, who stand to be impacted by the Horde. If we could just start getting people to work together..." He speads his hands wide, as if indicating the spread of possibilities, then turns to smile warmly at M'lya. "Beautiful music, as always, my honored sister. You lend an air of magnificence to our furtive proceedings." A sudden curious expression comes over his face. "Tell me, M'lya, have you ever heard legends about just such a danger as we face now? What I mean to say is, among your vast store of tales, are there any which might give guidance to us now?" Laucian speaks carefully, almost reverently to the bard, in stark contrast to his more casual, less respectful speech to the warrior. "Oh, and is it true that the chaste and fair Valeriel will also be joining our conspiratorial band? Have either of you spoken with her? I must confess that it has been quite a long span of time since last I spoke with the noble one." Laucian has trouble deciding whether to smile or frown as he mentions Valeriel--it's clear that he has mixed feelings about her. [/QUOTE]

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